Spring is a peculiar concept in California. We get it in fits and starts from January onward. Some days it’s delightful, others feel like summer will overtake us in a hot flash. I peel down to my skivvies, turn on the fan, just to turn around and grab a sweater for the chill.
Still, fruit trees and flower bulbs fall for the first hint of spring every year. They push towards the sun, burst from their coddled branches and bloom just before Valentine’s day. They don’t know more storms are brewing up north. They go ahead and do it anyway, bloom!
Maybe, this is good advice. Whatever it is that makes you bloom, do it now. The possible future be damned.